Kid – Cerberus MC Read Online Marie James

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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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Chapter 44

Kid

I stretch languorously, smiling when I feel Khloe’s body against mine. Warm skin against warm skin and not a stitch of clothing between us.

“Is this for me?” she asks sleepily right before I feel her hand circle my morning erection.

I chuckle lightly. “You may not feel it right this second, Sweet Girl, but you’re going to be sore. That feels good,” I say as her hand strokes me.

“You sure you’re not going to throw a fit this time and slam a door?” She asks playfully.

I swat her ass with my hand that’s behind her back. She hisses but rubs her body closer to mine.

“I’m not sore,” she says seductively.

I shift my weight, so I’m lying on my side facing her. “No?” I ask tracing down her stomach with my fingers. I run it over her clit and between her swollen lips, pushing it inside of her gently.

She whimpers and cringes slightly. I kiss her forehead and withdraw my hand.

“Maybe later?” she concedes.

“Any time you’re up for it, Khloe I’ll give you what you need.”

“Mmm,” she moans softly. “What do you need?”

“Keep doing that,” I tell her and flex my hips toward her hand.

“So hard,” she says reverently. “Feel good?”

“So fucking good,” I praise shifting to my back to give her better access. I close my eyes and let the feeling of her hand on me take me to a different plane of existence.

I feel her warm breath on the tip less than a second before her mouth wraps around it.

“Jesus,” I cry out before my hand instinctively grabs the back of her hair.

“Khloe! You don’t have to…” She takes me as deep as she can go. “Shit don’t stop.”

I remember her telling me that she tried this once before, and her boyfriend didn’t approve. No chance. Like hell. No fucking way. I’ve never had a bad blow job, but Khloe’s lips wrapped around me, taking me to the back of her throat is the ultimate.

“Fuck, slow down, Sweet Girl,” I beg as she begins to suck hard and stroke the base with her hand. I want it to last forever, but that’s impossible with the effort she’s putting forth right now.

Dustin “Kid” Andrews, the man who used to have a ‘fuck a girl in every different country I travel to’ plan has been taken over and completely owned by an eighteen-year-old, auburn-haired woman, and I’m loving every single second of it. I welcome her power and control, relish the fact that this very second she literally has me by the balls.

“I’m coming,” I pant with less than a second of warning to her. Shitty, I know, but the orgasm snuck up on me as well.

She takes it like a champ, albeit an inexperienced one; another fact I love about her.

She pulls her mouth off and crinkles her nose when she swallows. I huff out a laugh at the look on her face.

“Sorry,” I mutter in apology.

She wipes her lips on the back of her hand. “Apparently that’s an acquired taste.”

“You’ll get used to it,” I say with a wide smile. She narrows her eyes at me playfully.

“Was it okay?” she asked shyly.

We’re going to have to work on her self-esteem.

“Seriously? Did I not just come so fast I couldn’t give you a proper warning to pull your mouth off?”

Her lip twitches in amusement.

“Let’s go get a shower before I forget that you’re sore.” I smack her ass again, having discovered how much she liked it earlier. She grins over her shoulder mischievously as she saunters and sways into the bathroom.

***

“Can I move in with you?” I ask casually as we get dressed to join everyone else for breakfast.

She raises an eyebrow at me. “We live under the same roof. We’ve been living together since the first day you brought me here.”

“In here with you, Khloe. I don’t want to spend another night away from you. If I’m under this roof, I want you in my arms. I don’t want to go back to that room either.”

Her eyes soften when she realizes I’m not being playful for once. “I’d love to fall asleep in your arms every night.”

She walks up to me and places her hand on my chest, over the heart that beats only for her. I look into her eyes knowing I’m the luckiest fucker to walk this earth.

“You ready for breakfast?” she asks after pecking me on the lips.

“Sure,” I tell her even though I want to stay in the bed and hold her in my arms, make up for the time we’ve lost because of my horrible choices.

I keep her pulled close to my side as we enter the kitchen. Emmalyn waves us over to their table, so we sit down joining her, Kincaid, and Shadow.

“How was it?” I hear Emmalyn whisper too loud.

“Emmalyn,” Kincaid chastises. “I told you not to harass them the second they got out here.”


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